by William Armstrong
Let's travel back through the sands of time
To a place filled with adventure and romance
When men seranaded women on balconies
And looked forward to wine and a weekend dance
It was a simpler day and age than we find now
Where duels were fought to settle a score
But some things never change, like power and greed
Honor and freedom were still something to die for
There has always been a fight between good and evil
The history of man is filled with stories retold
One day a hero will suddenly appear on the scene
Songs would be written about men so brave and bold
Nightrider, nightrider, now where do you ride?
Sword by your side, cloak blowing in the wind
Nightrider, nightrider, now where do you ride?
The angel of justice who must ride once again.
